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soon to make my comeback on this blog… see you all on tuesday!
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it was only natural, after hearing her breathless confirmation for a finger — no, two — to slip in. eyes down her face as he slowly pulls in and out with fast strokes, coating his fingers in enough of her juices for him to lick clean later. “ what should we do with you next? hmm? ” he talks as if she was nothing but an object of his desire and in some cases — she was. a beautiful distraction. a vessel for his craving. something to touch, to ruin, to adore only when it suited him. and yet, there were fleeting and dangerous moments when his voice softened and when his touch lingered just a second too long. he proceeds to curl his digits inside of her before using his other hand to play with the clasps of her bra. seconds after, it gave way beneath his touch, and he watched as the fabric slipped free. “ god, you’re so fucking beautiful, princess. ” spending a moment to admire the beauty of this his petite angel, he push her down on her bare back with a gentle touch and without a second thought, dives in tongue first. gathering up all her sweet juices that spill out to keep his tongue satiated.
he wasn’t surprised, not in the slightest. he’d seen this coming from a mile away. she was a wild card, unpredictable in the most delicious ways, and it was that thrill of never knowing what she’d do next that kept him coming back for more. his hands found her knees first, pushing them apart just a little more as his gaze flickered up to hers. “ bluffing ? ” he repeated with a hint of amusement in his voice, but low all at the same time — almost like a sinful murmur. his fingers traced lazy circles along the outside of her panties, teasing, feather-light, making it abundantly clear just how much control he had…and how easily he could take it away. but he was hungry, and as much as he wanted to get his answers first, he decides that maybe he does deserve a little treat for himself. “ why don’t we play a game ? hm ? ” both his eyes and his fingers never left her; most importantly, never ceasing their torturous rhythm. “ every time i make you cum, you’ll give me a name. that’s all i need. think you can handle it ? or are you no fun ? ”
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he wasn’t surprised, not in the slightest. he’d seen this coming from a mile away. she was a wild card, unpredictable in the most delicious ways, and it was that thrill of never knowing what she’d do next that kept him coming back for more. his hands found her knees first, pushing them apart just a little more as his gaze flickered up to hers. “ bluffing ? ” he repeated with a hint of amusement in his voice, but low all at the same time — almost like a sinful murmur. his fingers traced lazy circles along the outside of her panties, teasing, feather-light, making it abundantly clear just how much control he had…and how easily he could take it away. but he was hungry, and as much as he wanted to get his answers first, he decides that maybe he does deserve a little treat for himself. “ why don’t we play a game ? hm ? ” both his eyes and his fingers never left her; most importantly, never ceasing their torturous rhythm. “ every time i make you cum, you’ll give me a name. that’s all i need. think you can handle it ? or are you no fun ? ”
oh, the sternness in his voice is much appreciated, makes her tummy do flips. " it didn't ? " plays it dumb, lips parting just enough for hot breaths to mingle as eyes keep focused on his lips — so distracted by how close he is that she doesn't expect the way hands adorn her figure, soft gasp emitting painted tiers as fingertips dig into her waist. " what do you want, names ? my client book ? those are private and confidential you know. " hands move to rest on either of henry's shoulders, gaze focused on his own as he hears the way his voice drops to a lustful whisper. immediate smirk tugs at the corners of her mouth upon his suggestion, playing coy as she looks at their surroundings. " right here ? " playful gasps followed by playful hits against his chest before more confident, sultry expressions come to the forefront upon his challenge that she'd be too shy to do such a thing. it's a first, that's for certain but she's intrigued nonetheless. " you know fine well i'm not shy, mr. choi . . . " voice drops low, almost a whisper as she tauntingly pushes his frame away from her own before turning to face the cashier desk and push everything off and onto the floor with one swift motion. turns towards the male with a suggestive smirk before she backs up to sit herself up on the counter, legs parted just enough for ruffled pink panties to be slightly on show as index finger motions him to come closer once again. " unless you were just bluffing , maybe you're the one that's shy . . . "
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they didn't have time for this. " save me those dramatics for later, okay ? " he could tell jude was malnourish, he didn't need to grab his hand to see that but he does so anyway, examining his fingernails and reaching his other hand up to his face. fingers cupping his jaw and gently urging his head to the side. his eyes scanned judes profile, searching for any hint of fresh scars or new marks. he knows that this was the last thing he wanted, to feel his touch but he couldn't help himself. for a moment, he forgets they're in danger until the sound of thunder strikes — loud and clear.
" just follow me," he said, his voice edging with urgency. without waiting for a response, without wasting a second, emery grabbed jude's hand. his grip was firm, like he was afraid the other might slip away if he let go. and maybe he would, but in this state, emery doubted he could. he pulls him down along a narrow, unlit alley. a bit of romantic he was. at the end of the alley, emery came to an abrupt stop, releasing jude's hand only to brush his fingers against the crumbling bricks. he already missed the warmth of it in his own.
“ give me a second ” he muttered, fingers tracing along the jagged edges of the wall, paired with small humming until he stopped at one brick in particular, just slightly darker than the rest. " ah ! there it is. haven't been here in ages. thought I might’ve left it to the rats ... " a joke he thought would make him smile at least. he laughs nervously at his failed attempt before he pushed against its corner, and as it shifted, a small hollow space behind it was revealed. his hand reached inside and pulls out a tarnished iron key, and in one swift movement twisting the key into the door until there was a soft click. " get inside. " he glanced over his shoulder, eyes scanning the shadows that flickered at the mouth of the alley. “ before you get us both killed in about thirty seconds. "
the rain was relentless, each drop like needles against skin, serving as a reminder of how alive he still feels even in death. the hunger burns away at his stomach — it's been three days? four? since he last fed. he lost count. weeks since he slept without waking up in coldness, thirst clawing at his throat. and yet here he is, stupid and pathetic, footsteps dragging himself along the road to nowhere in particular. logic screams at him to turn and go back because this isn't a place for someone like him: newly turned, still unable to control himself fully, still unable to accept it all. then impact. a body collides against his and for a second, his world stops. familiarity's the first thing he feels. he knows. doesn't even have to look. that scent, warmth, cedar and faint metallic ... the very scent that still clings to his sheets, his clothes, his apartment, the ghost of it that still lingers in the hollow space beneath his ribs. emery. he doesn't have to look but he does anyway, head snapping up, rain streaking down his cheeks as vision wavers. "... what the fuck?" the words hit like knife, and perhaps jude wishes that this was another hallucination, another cruel trick of hunger because that would hurt less than this — than him standing here after leaving jude to drown in this stupid shithole of a life alone. silence stretches, then a hollow laugh tears out. "that's all you have to say, after everything? 'you shouldn't be here'?" the memories surge like a tide and comes crashing in all at once. lover's hand in his hair, tangled bodies and whispered promises in the dark. the way he looked at jude like he was, for once, something precious and loved. lips against his pulse like a prayer. then the searing pain, betrayal, waking up alone with the sort of hunger that felt like dying all over again. but the worst part? is that beneath the rage and anger, he still loves him. and it's the kind of love that's stubborn as the echo of a heartbeat that'll never sound again. his hands shake with the urge to scream, bleed him dry, make him feel half the agony jude's endured, or drag him close and never let go. but he doesn't. just stands there, soaked and trembling, too aware of how his dead heart still stutters at the sight of emery. when he finally speaks though, his voice comes laced with poison, meant to wound. "you don't get to tell me where i should or shouldn't be. not after you walked away that night."
#[ 𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 . . . ] queue posting .#[ 𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 . . . ] emery interactions .#[ 𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 . . . ] emery & jude .#hes lowkey klaus mikaelson if he was gay
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she helps him slip the bag onto his shoulder, fingertips brushing against him just a little longer than necessary. she walks close, even going as far as leaning against him as they made their way to the car ; her head just barely resting on his shoulder. the walk was somewhat comforting, just them and the sound of leaves crunching beneath their feet. " no, " she murmured, " you couldn't ruin tonight even if you tried. i'm just... tired. " she had her moments, her mean moments that she hoped suho would forgive her for. she meant well, and affection... but sometimes it got tangled up with her stubbornness. " besides, " she links her arms with him, a movement that was unintentional but out of pure habit. " i heard the rumors. i know what they're saying — mostly about me. " her voice dropped down to a whisper as she takes small glances at the camera crew walking away. those damn vultures. she knows she shouldn't keep them around for too long, but just like everything else in her life, they too will disappear soon. " but I guess I’m just too irresistible, huh ? ”
smirk tugs at edges at her adorable little scoff, can't help the laugh he lets out at her distasteful reaction. " what ? " suho taunts as if she's misheard him, seems that his compliment wasn't the time or place and so he'll go with the you didn't hear that right method to attempt to be placed back in her good books. “ aw, come on ! nothing was happening for ages, i didn't— it's not my fault. ” her words came out sharper than intended, but she didn’t bother softening them. usually he's uncaring for upsetting others but it doesn't sit right with him that he's upset elena. awkward nods are made to the crew as they head off, suho completely at ease otherwise — knows she's safe if he's around, to him he's the most dangerous thing in this place.
catches up to walk beside her, low chuckle erupting his chest upon her sudden question before she's giving him no chance to reply — already suggesting they go somewhere else. thank god she's not just asking him to take her home. “ sounds good, i could eat. ” male hums, hands coming out of his pockets as he motions towards her bag. “ can i take that for you ? you know, as an apology too. ” attempts to keep it nonchalant, but being this close to her — finally — feels like a milestone in their relationship within his head is getting him a little giddy, in his own suho way. “ did i really ruin everything ? ”
#[ 𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 . . . ] elena & suho .#[ 𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 . . . ] elena kim / interactions .#[ 𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 . . . ] queue posting .
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" i don't think that answered my question, " his lips were now hovering just inches from hers, breath mingling. and finally his hands moved forward with purpose, fingers sliding around her waist, smoothing down her sides — pressing just enough to remind her of the strength he kept in check. " i said who not how many. " his grip tightened, fingertips digging in just enough to make her gasp. he could see it in the way she giggled — almost taunting like she knew exactly what she was doing. teasing him. edging him on. and god, it was so easy for her. she wielded that power against him so effortlessly, and because of it — his obsession with her grows tighter and tighter everyday, blotting out every rational thought, making it harder to think of anything else but her. " you know, " he began, voice dropping down to a whisper just for her ears, " your apartment’s kind of far… why don’t we give them a show right here ? " her offer was on table; and he knew he couldn’t restrain himself much longer — not when she was looking at him like that. " unless you’re too shy to put on a little performance. "
lips purse, much like she's mulling over all of the choices in her head — loves it when he gets all possessive like this ! " mm, a few . . . why, do you think they can't get enough of me and are now stalking me to pass the time ? " seolhyun giggles out as fingers play with the buttons on henry's shirt, calming down her excitement when she witnesses the dangerous look in his eyes. " oh please, you're the one with front-row seats and everyone else is just getting nosebleeds. " femme taunts playfully, soft pout still on lips at the fact that hands are behind his back — why isn't he touching her ? " so now i get you as my own personal bodyguard too ? what a lucky girl i am. " soft hum emits back of her throat when she finally feels his touch, fingers latching onto sides of his jacket as she pulls him in closer. " you should probably come inside my apartment too, y'know ? someone might be hiding in the closet — you should definitely check it out. "
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she met plenty of guys like him — maybe not one's quite this persistent, but the type who think a few cheap charms can patch everything up. her patience was hanging by a thread, and the camera crew’s now shattered lens wasn’t doing her any favors. his words barely made a dent, her mind too tangled up in the mess unfolding around them. but then that word slipped out — " cute ? " she scoffs, what a load of crap. was that supposed to win her over ? elena wasn't buying his compliments, she's been through enough to know whenever things like this were happening. but maybe she should give him a break. after all, he is her ride home. “ whatever. night’s over. ” her words came out sharper than intended, but she didn’t bother softening them.
after a few clipped exchanges with the crew, goodbyes were thrown around quickly — sharp nods, half‑hearted waves. it was almost midnight, and everyone seemed to moved with a sense of urgency, packing up equipment with shaky hands, eyes darting toward darkened corners as if expecting something to reach out. with her camera bag slung over her shoulder, she walked back to him, heels scuffing the cracked pavement. “ you think they broke the lens on purpose ? ” her tone was dry, half‑serious, half‑joking, but she didn’t wait for him to answer before shrugging it off. “ whatever — doesn’t matter. just take me to a diner or something. consider it an apology for today. ”
brows furrow yet again, dry scoff emitting nose at the fact that she calls this useful. " right. " never one for much words, doesn't see the need for them as much as the average person. " can't i just enjoy your company ? " decides it's the time to turn on the charm, isn't great at noticing shifts in other's moods but he at least can tell he's struck a nerve — a sensitive one at that. low chuckle erupts his chest at femme's hurtful words, head shaking to disagree with her claims. “ no— and you know, you're cute when you're all mad like this. ” holds hands up in faux defence, deciding to sit back and watch for the moment. the whole reason he's here is for her. " do your thing, elena— i promise i'll behave now. "
#[ 𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 . . . ] elena & suho .#[ 𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 . . . ] elena kim / interactions .#oof this got looong
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his laugh rumbles through the room, his grin stretching wide as he straightens up when she steps closer. her hands fussing with the collar of his shirt was a gesture he doesn't miss, and definitely doesn't mind. but as soon as the words leave her lips, his eyebrow arches " yeah ? " his voice drops low, and possessive. " so, who's the lucky audience these days ? " his expression is all but playful - replaced with something far more dangerous. jealousy, rage, and just the slightest hint of excitement. " someone else getting front-row seats while I'm stuck with the nosebleeds ? " he shifts, hands sliding behind his back, fists clenched tight enough to turn his knuckles white, yet the smile on his face still remains. he knew all about her line of work, and how much he despises it. " oh nothing at all. just wanted to see you . . . make sure you get home alright. " he gives her another smile and steps closer. his hand finds its way to her hair, fingers threading through her strands as his eyes never leaving hers.
hands are focused on stacking boxes for morning orders when she's startled by the sound of his voice, whipping around to see where it's coming from — hand on heart to calm herself down. “ oh my god, don't do that ! ” femme pouts as eyes land on his own, deep sigh of relief leaving her lips. “ why would i turn the lights off, silly ? ” heels click against the floor as she approaches, hands playing with the collar of his shirt — an excuse to touch him more than anything else. “ then i couldn't see what i was doing, and so what if someone's watching ? don't i always put on a show ? ” playful giggles spill from painted lips, low hum vibrating in the back of her throat. “ to what to i owe the pleasure of your company anyway, handsome ? ”
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elena narrows her gaze as she folds her arms across her chest. now this ? it was insulting. how dare he make fun of her work ? " oh, im sorry, " she drawls, voice dripping with sarcasm. " god forbid you get bored while i'm actually doing something useful for a class. " she pushes past him with a sharp shove, not bothering to look back as she strides toward her camera crew, " why did you even come ..." his comment for the most part - ruined her spirit, left a crack where her confidence once stood. her jaw clenches, and she doesn’t bother to hide the flicker of hurt that lingers in her expression but for her camera crew - she always had a smile on her face. “ i'm serious, just go home. ” she bites out, turning just enough to meet his gaze with a glare. " you're ruining things. "
usual blank stare is momentarily replaced with a confused scowl at her words, eyes rolling in immediate response. " but that would be a lie, wouldn't it ? considering this whole process is extremely boring. " annoyed expression now mirrors elena's own as hands dip into his pockets with a huff. " isn't ghost hunting supposed to be exciting ? surely you don't get a thrill out of this. " brows furrow upon the other's suggestion, scoff emitting his lips at the mere thought of being stuck in a room with a bunch of egotistical idiots — not killing them would be a task in itself. " no thanks, i'll stay here and watch you get scared over nothing. "
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[ 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 002 ] — @ofdamnation !
he didn’t say anything at first. just stood there, silhouette framed by the door, watching her stack boxes behind the counter like she always did at closing. “ you’re still here ? ” he said as if surprised. but he wasn’t. he always knew her routine. knew the exact time she flipped the sign to closed, how long she lingered in the back with her hands dusted in flour. “ anybody could be watching, y'know ? why don't you turn the lights off ? ”
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[ 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 001 ] — @ofdamnation !
" you better start smiling and acting like you're having the time of your life here, " she lowered the small video camera, a clear display of annoyance was written all over her face as a heavy sigh escaped her lips. so much for ghost hunting ... the abandoned hallway around them, once promising with creaking floors and flickering lights, now felt useless " this isn't gonna work, just go back to partying with your fancy rich costars. "
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shame is sharp, and my skin gives so easy
only god knows
only god would ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉ that i was an ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ
but they made me leave . . .
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she doesn’t respond right away. just sits there, still and silent, her fingers twisting together in her lap — a nervous habit she can’t quite break. maybe it’s to keep her grounded. maybe it’s the only thing she feels like she can control right now. but ... is he right ? did she already know the answers ? her head is a mess of questions and thoughts she’s too afraid to say out loud, too afraid of what they’ll confirm. so instead, she lets them drift away. " okay… show me. " her voice wavers slightly. her stomach twisting the moment the words leave her lips. but then she looks at him — and despite everything, despite every uneasy feeling clawing at her ribs, he’s still him. " but if i don't like it — " no. she can’t say that. not when he had sat through her sunday masses, hands folded in silence even when he clearly didn’t believe a word of it. he’d endured for her. the least she could do was return the gesture, just this once. " i mean — if it’s something i don’t get right away, i’ll try. and you better answer my questions if i have any. deal ? "
❝ feels like you're asking questions you already know the answers to, you just wanna hear me say it. ❞ response is stoic, borderline nonchalant in the way it lands. shifts between heels of his feet ― not out of nervousness, per say, but more so annoyance. ( annoyance in that no one knew how to keep their mouths shut, but at least the church was consistent in that right. ) ❝ ... why don't you just let me show you, instead? hm? there's all these nasty whispers about the cult, and honestly ― it's hardly true. they look at me the way they do, 'cause they don't understand it. they don't understand me. ❞
#.⠀⠀ interactions / emily#the way mine r getting long too..#just give her a pretty flower crown upon entering leif mdmmdmddm
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he laughs — not because it’s funny, but because it’s infuriating. his head snaps toward jude. he couldnt contain it anymore. but maybe he wasn't mad at him, maybe he was more mad at himself for not being enough. for not trying harder in life. if he knew he was going to end up meeting someone like jude, then he wouldve done more. he hated being the odd on out. hated that he still cared. but his words come fast, too fast — sharp and bitter. he didn’t mean them the way they came out, but he says it anyway — " then maybe you should’ve stood up for me instead of sitting there like a coward while they picked me apart like i wasn’t even in the room ! " then he shakes his head, scoffing under his breath. " god i'm such an idiot — i can’t do this. just drive me home, jude. please. " he'll regret this later.
silence presses against his ribs like a weight he can't shake. the road ahead’s a blur, streetlights flashing across windshields while emery's words, sharp and wounded, linger in the air, each one carving deeper than the last. jude's grip on the steering wheel tightens— an attempt to distract himself from the frustration that stirs a bitter taste in his throat. “i don’t put you in those situations on purpose— it's not like i planned for them to say all those things.” something twists in his chest, something ugly, and jude forces it back down. but deep down, he knew. saw all this coming, knew the way they'd look at emery yet still stupidly hope that it'd be different this time; clung to the possibility that perhaps if he smiled enough, laughed enough, it'll be okay. “do you think i enjoy the way they act around you, or how they look at you like—" like you don't belong. like you're not enough. he bites the words back with a shake of his head before they spill. and suddenly the car feels all too small, too suffocating. "but what do you want me to do, babe, cut everyone off? burn every bridge?" only then does the fight drain from his voice to leave behind something softer, vulnerable and desperate. like he's pleading. "you're important to me. and i just... i wanted them to see you as i do. i'm trying. i swear to god, i am."
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" you want me to say i’m miserable ? to fall apart over you ? i’m good. i sleep fine, i eat better, and my phone’s finally quiet. i am happy on my own, took awhile but it's better like this. way better. "
⸸ closed for — @bluvvone .
″ tell me that you're happy that you're on your own. tell me that it's better when you're all alone ! tell me that your body doesn't miss my touch, tell me that my lovin' didn't mean that much ... tell me you ain't dyin' when you're cryin' for me. ″
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